What makes right and wrong?
Is it something humans have arrogantly defined for themselves?
Or is it something God himself has written into society?
Should all good deeds be rewarded?
Should all sins be punished?
We desperately call out to the cruelty of this world yet commit the same atrocities that we curse.
So what is the solution to this hypocrisy?
What is the solution to the equation that is: "What is just and what is unjust?"
I found the answer a long time ago.
I removed my desire and found it.
...
Outside of Limbo.
"No entry past this point," a police officer called out to a man in a white van.
The road was blockaded by countless police cars.
The man stopped and rolled down his window, "What's going on officers?"
"I heard it's some sort of natural disaster but we don't really know. You don't wanna be caught in town right now anyway."
"I've got very important business though..."
"Can't let you."
The man sighed, "That's a shame...
Asura's Will: Judgement."
Everyone froze.
The officers stood motionless, their bodies stuck mid-movement.
"You've all led such sinful lives... Infidelity, robbery, assault...
Police are such hypocrites," the man muttered as he yanked the keys from the officer's pocket and started their vehicle.
He moved the car out of the way, leaving a hole in the blockade.
"I'll let you all off the hook this time...
Shit yourself."
The officers grasped at their stomachs and collapsed as the man got back in his van.
...
An Akashic power that weighs the sins of a person
The more sinful an enemy is, the stronger the user's power becomes in accordance to the enemy's crimes.
...
The man drove off past the blockade, passing a sign that read "Welcome to Beaumont."
Gory scenes filled the city increasingly.
Countless corpses and destroyed buildings lined the streets.
Amalgamated mountains of intertwined limbs and grotesque pools of congealed blood were smashed under his car...
Yet the man continued on to his destination.
...
A lone house in the middle of an empty neighborhood.
He stepped out of the van and pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the door.
"Mom?" He called out.
The house was quiet.
"Dad?"
He searched the living room, bedrooms, and restrooms yet found no sign of them.
Creaking the back door open, he stepped onto the porch of the backyard.
And there on the wooden flooring, he found them.
...
His parents both laid dead next to one another.
In his mom's palm was a neatly folded piece of paper.
The man approached and grabbed it from her hand.
It was a letter to him.
Dear Daniel,
How are you doing, love? I heard you got a new job as an engineer for McJuan's, has it been treating you well? Me and your father really miss you and can't wait for you to come visit. This house feels empty without you. Your dad sits in your room sometimes and looks at all the stuff you left behind. (Don't tell him I told you though)
Feel free to call us whenever and here's a little present for our hard-worker.
Daniel unraveled the letter further.
A small gold pendant with an engraving that read, "Always with you, Mom."
...
He clenched his fist, the piece of sentiment within.
This world is unjust.
Daniel was not a man of emotions, but a man that functioned by his ideals.
If God won't strike down those who have sinned...
Something would fill the void that now perforated in his heart.
Then I will.
And that thing was the furious will of judgement.
...
"Mr. Weisenburg" must know more. He was the one who told me to come here. If I recall he said he lived by the school...
Daniel turned to his parents and spoke only three words before leaving:
"I'll avenge you."